Khushman Patel | K-man's Blog

Flying epiphanies

It was another long day at the office, and Merina couldn’t take anymore of it. He clock rang 8:00pm, and she sighed. She was putting in long hours, and for what? She couldn’t bear her coworkers, uncrowned kings in their world; she couldn’t bear her manager, at whose beck and call she had to prostrate before; and most of all she couldn’t bear the corporate life, turning her titillating mind, which had been so frisky once, into what seemed like rotting mush. Bah! It was no use thinking these saddening…read more

The heart mechanic

A light step here, A quick foot there, And he quickly came to bear. A bright dressed fellow, Wearing a brighter grin, Eyes shiny blue; hair all brilliant green. His purple suit did flash the eye, His yellow pants did entice; His bright red cape did dazzle, in all of our clumsy sights. “Ho!” Called I, “Queer you seem; Your gait’s stealthy but aren’t unseen. Wherefore you come from, Where’ve you been? Come share with me how you have your sheen.” Unfurling his laugh; Of happy perfidy, He sat to…read more

The revenge of the rose

It was the year 2012, and I woke with a craving for junk food. My eyes opened to a sparsely furnished dull room. The bright pile of clothes lying on the corner of the bed contrasted starkly with the dirty faded white of the overlooking wall. Dust had filled up the empty space on the floor, where it lived along with the wrappers and other knick-knacks I had abandoned. The slightly pungent smell of untouched worn clothes irritated my nose. Stretching myself, I shuffled out of the now empty bed…read more

The Owner

The old clock started it’s song at exactly six thirty. Champaben woke up at six thirty one, and her day began. Quickly getting ready, she woke up her dependents one by one, dealing with each of them in turn. They were all like her children, and she was responsible for their day beginning properly. Years of practice had set her schedule just right. She started the stove, and put the cut vegetables on the pan. Simultaneously, she started preparing breakfast. Her hand moved of its own accord, accustomed by years…read more

The man who flew

Posted by Khushman Patel in best, poem

I There was once a man,a thirsty man to boot.He had always, in his head, a plan,one you could never uproot. A man who laughed at others,for their unthinking conformity.One untouched by their flutters,Ironclad in his solidarity. For he believed in himself,the one who didn’t deceive.And on a plan for oneself,sneers are greatly received. He began as one among millions,just a face lost amongst others.But twas’ not his wont to be a pillion,and slowly he rose from the gutters. Calmly but surely, step by step,he crawled and caught many…read more

Why don’t you have a purpose?

So today, I got my first Quora A2A :D. While it was for an unexpected question, I sure did want to answer it.Here’s the answer on the original question: http://qr.ae/vrIoa Here’s a transcript.Q: God made me, gave me my family, gave me life that I may enjoy all things, but why didn’t he give me a purpose?A: Let’s imagine this from the viewpoint of God. He creates the world. He creates the flora and fauna. They are sentient, but it’s not really exciting. He knows that this bird is going…read more

The Aghoris

http://qr.ae/nWOQ4 Upon reading this answer, someone asked me: Your heroes?My answer: No. But I understand their quest. I understand the lusting for knowing the unknown that they do. I know the clarity of mind which is brought about. The absolute brilliance with which your mind rises above the mediocre and revels with the gods. Where it rises above time and space into the infinite, and you see yourself for the nothingness that you truly are. You see your decisions having no effect; you see the futility of conciousness. You see…read more

The tale of the manager

This is the tale of a manager, Most perfect as can be found.Her name spread around far and wide, as the one who did not grind. And employees came, but they never left, for her charisma, Kept them all bound. She made a world, where you were all friends, and office was a breeze; all bonded together as one whole group, and achieved your goals with ease. There were no secrets in her team, No silences to be found.They laughed together, and worked together,to get significant results. And employees came,…read more

The crow’s call

There came a sound of loud proportions,A carrion cry of the uncounted legions;Which sitting atop his high throne,The dealmaker could not make undone. He sat burdened by these thoughts of his,Alive now in a reality shrouded by mist;And peering out his window did he see,A solitary crow perched upon a tree. And the crow cawed in hoarse abandon,Of the deeds to be done, under that sun. The battlefield lay empty and bare,Of all life there was none to care.For corpses lay littered where lillies had been,And scavengers roamed where once…read more

This is romantic!

She was beautiful, but not like those girls in magazines. She was beautiful for the way she thought. She was beautiful for the sparkle in her eyes when she talked about something she loved. No, she wasn’t beautiful for something as temporary for her looks. She was beautiful, deep down to her soul. And that is why I fell for her. Because even if I burn out, she will take care of me. I know that is incredibly selfish, but she makes up for all of it by just being…read more